In continuing my Slave Stories Series, the last installment of Yes Ma’am’s adventures is chronicled below. While we met on other occasions, I feel that only two instances are necessary to effectively describe the possibilities for a visiting slave, or someone who is seeking my presence in his town. This session took place at my former location below the “shoe store” in San Francisco.
How do you describe a burning desire that builds and builds until it is an all-consuming need? I had experienced the most physically and mentally intense event in my life and I had to go back for more. If I sound like a heroin addict or a crack head then you’re close to understanding the point I had arrived at when I planned my last trip to San Francisco. I was 2214 miles from where I had to be and I scoured my calendar for any opening that would allow me time to make that trip. The only possibility was a slot from 7:00am on a Saturday to 9:00 the next morning; a 26-hour window to get another desperately needed fix from the Vinyl Queen!
First I checked the airline schedules for the appropriate flights and calculated I could be in San Francisco from noon to midnight. Then with my heart racing and my hands shaking I dialed her number to see if she could fit me into her schedule during that time frame. To say I was ecstatic when she said “Yes” would be a gross understatement. She set some parameters, gave me some special instructions to follow and off I went to finalize my arrangements, so excited I was floating on air!
The Vinyl Queen extended an extreme and rare honor by meeting me at the airport and providing transportation straight to the dungeon! She was a beautiful vision come to life and once again I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She has a really cool classic Camaro that sounds so deep and throaty when she punches it. What a perfect car for her, classic beauty, sleek, and powerful!
She gave me a few minutes after we got there to get some water and settle down a little (yeah, right!). Then she presented me with several outfits, vinyl of course, told me to pick one, change and assume “the” position, which she established during my first visit to San Francisco. That means on my stomach, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind my back and head away from the door. She reminded me that there was no noise issue this time and that we could both make as much racket as we wanted (or needed) to and no one would hear. That was chilling considering I had asked her to push my corporal limits this time.
As I lay there in a vinyl bra and panty, with fishnet stockings and high heels (all black), my mind wondered at the lengths I would go to just to be a student to this intelligent, beautiful instructor. Just a few hours before I was boarding a plane in boring, hot, South Louisiana and now I was nearly naked lying on a cool floor so excited I was trembling. When I heard her coming I recognized the clicking of high heels and got very excited at the prospect of starting with some foot worship, but instead she blindfolded me, buckled a posture collar around my neck, secured my wrists and helped me up. She attached a chain leash to my collar and led me down the hall to the dungeon. I could tell from her tone of voice that she was going to enjoy herself immensely. Once in the dungeon she secured my arms in arm binders and attached them high on a whipping post. She removed my blindfold and I was allowed to feast my eyes on her beauty and the exciting black vinyl dress and boots that she wore. She had also added a black hat that added credence to the idea that this was going to be a very painful event for me.
She began working her way through her whip, paddle, crop and tawse collection as she worked her way up and down my body. When my legs began to give (not used to high heels) she secured my waist to the post and went back to work. Although she was inflicting a lot of pain, she was constantly checking on my welfare and when she sensed I had been in that position long enough she unhooked me and moved me over to her bondage table. She secured me to the table then raised and spread my legs with her suspension system explaining that this gave her entire new areas of my butt to work over.
By the way, if anyone ever asks you, a horsehair whip can be very painful, especially on already red and raw skin! She is such an expert that I still marvel at her skills. Always pushing me a little farther, physically or mentally, always backing off just in time, always keeping me excited and safe. Always talking to me, threatening more and then reassuring me that I could handle it. Scaring me with her words and then encouraging me to face my fears and trust her.
When she sensed it was time for a break she released me from the suspension, cuffed my hands together in front of me, strapped a penis gag in place, replaced the blindfold and had me crawl into the cage below her bondage table. She then locked the door and left me alone with soothing music, my thoughts and a very red behind! So far she had pushed me farther than I had ever been before and we were only half way through our time together!
After sufficient time had passed for me to calm down and relax a little I heard heels clicking again and the door opened. The cage door was opened and hands pulled on my legs indicating that I should get out. I was a little surprised that she wasn’t speaking, as the Vinyl Queen knows how much I love her voice and hang on every word. I followed the directions of the hands up onto the table, onto my back, legs spread and raised again by the suspension system. Then I felt her reach into my panties and roughly grab my balls! With one hand she pulled and squeezed and took me from zero to 60 in 1.5 seconds! With the other hand she lifted my blindfold briefly and I was looking into the smiling face of the Vinyl Queen’s beautiful assistant! No wonder things seemed so different. She dropped the blindfold back into place and laughed out loud. For the next half hour or so she taunted me, whipped me, crushed my balls, stretched my penis to painful limits and every once in while would lift up the blindfold and lock eyes with me just so I could see the smile on her face. She was definitely having fun!
The Vinyl Queen rejoined us and the two of them had a lot of fun at my expense. They work together so well I never knew what was coming next. At one point they found it very entertaining to each get a paddle and take turns hitting me, with the requirement that I thank them by name for each hit. If I addressed them wrong I got an even harder lick and of course that was their goal. Before we were through I would be suspended again, worked over with a devious little device called a Wartenberg wheel, shackled to a whipping horse and treated to several beautiful, sexy and sinister outfits. Stunning leather, vinyl, heels, fishnets and even some strategically placed nylon and lace. My time over the horse was the newest, most intense experience of my life. My butt felt like hamburger meat and still they kept attacking it. The difference was the tools they used. Instead of the wider paddles and large tawses, they switched to smaller more precise implements, which stung like Hell! I could tell from their comments that we were coming to the end and I began thinking I was going to make it without safe wording. Then I accidentally addressed My Queen as Mistress, which was backwards. She went ballistic on my ass with her bare hands like nothing I have ever experienced in my life! We’d been at it for five hours and I was lying there, shackled over the horse, thinking, “there is no way she can have this much energy and strength.” Then she switched sides and turned up the intensity even more! I was trying to concentrate on my breathing, tears streaming down my face and making all kinds of unintelligible noises and still she kept going. Here I thought it was over and now I was in so much pain I couldn’t even remember my safe word. I couldn’t have told you my name at that point. Just as I thought I might pass out it was over and she was holding me and telling me how well I had done. She brought me down slowly, telling me how proud she was and to hear those words was shear ecstasy!
Now it was soft time. When I was able to stand they allowed me to help cleanup around the dungeon. There was wax to get off the mirrors, my drool to clean out of the cage and vacuuming. They watched me carefully to be sure I was adhering to their standards and fortunately I didn’t earn any more punishment.
Then, joy of joys, I was allowed to take them to dinner at a great steak house nearby. This is a rare privilege that the Vinyl Queen only awards to her special slaves, so needless to say, I could hardly believe my good fortune. They found great humor watching me try to find a comfortable way to sit in the booth as we enjoyed steak, seafood, salads and all the trimmings. It was a wonderful time to visit, reflect and plan my next exploration. It gave me the opportunity to express my appreciation for their attentions and try to explain the renewed confidence that experiencing a session like this instills in my personal and professional life. Until next time, Yes Ma’am!